Hey can I request Mob!Tom Holland X reader where the reader is artsy (she like drawing and painting alot) and he thinks it's Hella cute .... I hope u have a good rest off college 💖💖💖
I’ve literally been painting a picture of Venice for the past 3 consecutive days pls help but also this is so cute. Also thank you! 💓 sorry if this is so bad I haven’t written in what feels like forever :’(
Your weekend usually consisted of you and Tom cuddling before leading to some passionate sex, you making an extravagant breakfast and then him going to work in his office, located at the top floor of your house.
“Thank you for the breakfast, angel. It tasted like it was cooked by the gods.” He kissed your cheek before placing it in the dish washer.
“I’m assuming you’re off to work?” Your eyes fluttered open. He nodded sadly, wishing he could spend his Saturday in bed with you.
“But, I’m taking you out tonight. So look your best, pretty girl.” He winked before pressing a kiss on your forehead and leaving the kitchen. You sighed gladly and then headed upstairs to the room designed specifically for you to do art.
Today you were continuing the painting of Venice you started two months ago and attempted to abandon. But after spending several weeks eyeing it in the corner of the room, you placed it on the stand and slid the brush on your ear. Your bottom lip was chewed as you examined the painting before dipping the brush in the light shade of blue, decorating the sky.
Three hours passed, which felt like half an hour, and there was a soft knock on the door. You hummed, signalling that they could come in. Tom’s head peaked around the corner of the door woth a sheepish smile. He looked around the room and noticed paintings on different sized posters, large portraits of food and people and him.
“Wow, love, you’ve really increased your collection of art huh?” He smiled as he fully walked in. You placed the brush down and stretched, your back clicking.
“Eh it’s nothing.”
“I find it adorable how dedicated you are, my love.” You wrapped your arms around his neck woth a grin.
“Seriously?” You questioned.
He nodded, certain. “Of course, I think it belongs in a bloody museum.”
Blushing lightly, you looked at his eyes and then lips. Tom got the message and leaned down to kiss you.
“You wanna know the prettiest artwork on this room?”
Warnings: talk of depression, talk of mob tendencies, talk of not feeling wanted, kissing, brief thigh touching, suggestive actions, language
Word Count: 3,393
Author's Note: Soooooo, here's my mob!Tom fic I've been talking about for a while. This is the one with a wedding/dance flashback that I want to go more in depth with if you guys want. But I thought the whole *spoiler* diving across a table to kiss someone was cute. So yeah, lemme know what you think!
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The very first warning when you came to New York was to stay away from the mob bosses. Of course... when they looked like Tom it was a little difficult. He was like the blackest of clouds when the sun decided to make an appearance on a stormy day. He was like a clear night sky, stars sparkling and dancing beside a full moon.
The first time you met him, his eyes alone intimidated you to no end. Sitting in his office, surrounded in the darkest pieces of wood and carpeting, he toyed with a pen at the edge of the large oak desk, listening to you ramble before his eyes cut to you. They narrowed and you could have sworn your heart stopped in your chest.
Against the heeded warning of roommates and friends and students around the university you attended, you started working as a receptionist for one of the most feared men in New York. Someone who didn't put up with anyone's shit. Someone who, with one glance had women scrambling out of his bed and men begging for their lives. He was the silent, deadly type that, equipped with the darkest eyes, could have whatever he wanted with a single, silent stare.
But the relationship that developed between he and you was something that had his men, in pairs, looking to each other in surprise and awe. He had been a place to stay if it was late in the night and he didn't want you driving or he felt it was too dangerous for you to be out in New York. He had been a backup plan when you were low on funds. But he never let that happen. He was even your plus one to a friend's wedding which was an interesting situation.
He'd agreed to the plus one rather hastily, opting for a black tie suit with your confirmation. Accompanying you to the nearest mall, he insisted on buying two wedding gifts that were honestly added to the registry as a good laugh. The look on the bride and groom's face when they unwrapped a full crystal barware set from Neiman Marcus and a cashmere Trentino throw would have humored Tom to the full extent and the call from the honeymoon had you rolling in pure giddiness. The night of that wedding was the first time you'd seen Tom unwind. It was the first time you'd seen Tom lose his jacket and tie, sipping drinks and watching the bridal party interact. The way the lights around you set his face in haunting shadows and his eyes danced across the dancefloor as he watched strangers dance with their significant others. When you stood and held your hand out, he looked you over, eyes lingering on the bare skin of your legs exposed by your dress before giving you a questioning look.
"Let's dance." He hated himself for the way he loved to hear your voice. He wanted to hear you beg, but the adoration and playfulness in your eyes had him taking your nimble hand in his calloused one and following you out to the dance floor where he took you in his arms and twirled you around the other patrons. For once, just one night, he felt human. He felt normal. And he loved it. The way you rested your arm over his, hand heavy in his own as your bodies swayed together, melding with the music. No one paid attention to the both of you. No one knew who he was. No one knew the bad things he'd done and he could let loose. With you in his arms. And towards the end of the night, he cradled you close to his chest, your ear laid over his heart as you wrapped up the night. That night, he came to terms with having feelings for you. He came to terms with his stomach flipping and his heart skipping a beat when you entered a room.
And even if you asked, he'd deny moving seats to sit beside you on his private jet just to have your head on his shoulder when you'd fallen asleep. Draping a blanket over your body, his heart nearly turned to mush when you whimpered in your sleep and pressed yourself closer, nuzzling into his shoulder. By the time he was shaking you awake, you were landing and he was off to do whatever he did before he included you in his business.
But even after that, he couldn't hide the way his hand slipped between your thighs just to feel your soft skin in the seats of his all black, 1968 Chevy Comaro SS. Windows rolled down, driving fast down the highway just driving wherever, your hair tied back and out of your face. Tom had never thought you were more beautiful than in those few moments, but he'd never admit it. And you never told his men just for his reputation. Just for his business. You knew you couldn't be used against him as ransom. The feelings were there but the both of you didn't act upon it.
He looked forward to Monday's just to see his receptionist. It was tradition for you to be on your computer when he came in in the morning, sliding a steaming cup of coffee across the glass table you were perched at with the corners of your lips quirking up when he thanked you quietly. And with business booming, he felt guilty dragging you into mission planning. But he asked nicely and you weren't one to deny your boss.
"Okay." Tom looked up when you entered the room, announcing your presence with a sighed word, blueprints in hand. You didn't lock eyes when Tom stood and you spread the plans and blueprints across the meeting table in his large office. Strutting over, he gave you a look over, loving the way you looked in the pencil skirt and blouse clinging to your skin. Leaning in on your hands over the chalked over blueprints, you pointed to the front doors,
"Some of you can enter through here. Not you though. The second you walk in this door there's... fifty guns on you." Tom smiled, watching you chew the inside of your lip. Cocking your head, you point to a large, ground level room on the plans,
"This is where the newest shipment is. Gressoni just got an arms shipment and this is where it'll be." Pausing again, you sigh and point to a seemingly hidden door around the back,
"And this is a maintenance door. This is where you'll go in." Looking up, you lock eyes and Tom gives a nod to show he's been listening. Circling the door on the prints with your finger, you look up again, watching Tom lean in on his own hands,
"There's a hiccup in the system Jacobs can breach for about a minute before security is onto yo-" Your eyes widen when Tom nearly lurches over the desk, his lips pressed to yours. He kisses you for a few seconds before pulling back just the slightest, eyes darting all over your face. The deafening silence that rings through the now passion thickened room is nearly too much to handle. Tom licks his lips of your taste,
"I won't apologize. That's been long awaited." You shake your head, the breath in your lungs stolen by the man standing before you that has a whole new look to him. Your arms feel like limp noodles as you process what's happened in the last minute,
"I-I don't want you to apologize. That uhm... was nice." He nods in return, the feeling in the room shifting to nervous. Abandoning the blueprints, you stand straight and round the table slowly. Tom can't tell if the sound reverberating off of the walls is his heart pointing out of his chest or the sound of your heels. His eyes cut up to your own when you stand before him,
"Surely we can't just... leave that there. What uhm... where do we go from here?" He swallows, rubbing his clammy hands together. He shrugs,
"S'up to you I suppose. I uhh... I've obviously just... showed you that there's something I have for you as far as feelings go but... if the feeling isn't mutual, that's okay." The idea of his feelings not being reciprocated actually breaks his heart. He's never not had a woman like him before. His heart stutters in his chest when you give a half-hearted laugh, taking that final step forward before your lips press to his gently again. This time the kiss is longer, his lips forced against yours as he presses you back against the table behind you, your bottom slipping onto it. He slips his fingers up under your chin, holding your face up to him. When you pull back to breathe, his lips travel down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin,
"I can't... my boss... the one person I was warned against is making a move on me." When you scoff, he smiles against your skin,
"Doesn't really matter anymore does it? You've got feelings for me, the feelings are mutual. Any friendships that would've been jeopardized because of me, are long dissolved by now then." His touch ignites your skin, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your legs as he leans back. He cocks his head, eyes darting between yours. You smile and his eyebrows furrow, lips pulling up into a smirk,
"What?" He asks with a chuckle you've never heard before. It's like music to your ears and brings a wide smile to your own face. Jutting your chin over your shoulder towards his desk, you look back to him,
"Can I sit in the chair?" He looks to his own desk, pursing his lips. If no one was in the room, they'd never know that someone else had sat in the boss's chair. No one would know another person had been in it. Looking back to you, he looks you over once before giving an unsure nod of his head. His heart skips again when you squeal, your heels clicking against the polished wood floor of his office until you're standing before the mountainous leather chair you'd seen Tom in so many times. The one that you'd fantasized about sitting in his lap in while he discussed business terms. You lick your lips, taking hold of the arm and turning it, seat facing you. Turning to sit in it, you eye Tom, hands tucked in the pockets of his black pinstriped, three piece suit slacks. Lowering yourself into the chair, you sigh, running your hands over the leather arms. His shoes squeak as he walks forward,
"Worth it?" You nod, smiling up at him when he leans against the desk beside you,
"So worth it. You have no idea how amazing this is. This chair is like... a dream. This conversation is a dream. That kiss was a dream. God you... if you had known how much I wanted you... how many times I wished you were something more than my boss when I was at my lowest points, you would've kissed me months ago." He cocks his head again, eyebrows knitting together,
"What do you mean?" Finding his eyes once more, your shoulders slump,
"Well I-I you know-"
"No, I don't. What do you mean your lowest? Darling... what have you been through? I told you you could talk to me. You've known since the wedding you could talk to me about anything."
"I know, I know, I just don't want to burden you. And if I'm being honest... you probably wouldn't have listened. You would've hear but you wouldn't have listened to what I had to say."
"I'm listening now." He pipes up. You click your tongue and shake your head, avoiding his eyes,
"Doesn't matter now."
"Of course it does." Pulling his leg further up in the desk when he sits on it, he sighs,
"Shoot. I'm listening now. Full focus on you." Picking at your nails, your heart pounds. His pressing scares you and you'd much rather not ruin your makeup with the tears that will inevitably fall,
"Why are you pushing?"
"I'm your boss. You don't hide secrets from me."
"That's a double standard."
"Fine, I'll tell you about all the babes I've bagged. You first though. You look like you need it." His wide smile fades just the slightest when he sees you're not amused,
"Its alright love... you can talk to me. Here," standing, he rounds the desk, walking to the large door of his office, opening it and mumbling something to Harrison on the other side before closing it again and clicking the lock shut. Walking back to you with a sultry strut, he resumes his spot, "there we go. Continue."
"What did you say?" You quiz questioningly. He smiles,
"Told Harrison I was laying you out. He doesn't question." He replies with a shrug. You click your tongue,
"Tom-"
"I'm not though. We're just talking. Like I said, Harrison doesn't question." Staring up at him, he cocks his head and gestures his hand out,
"Go ahead. Rant to me. I'm all ears darling." Sighing, you pick at a thread on the arm of his chair. Bringing a leg up to cross over the other, you swallow,
"I uhm... I dunno. I guess I... just don't feel like I'm worth anybody's time. I'm not worth your time. You're a busy man and I just... I don't want you wasting your breath on me." Tom cocked his head,
"I dunno babe, you're pretty damn important. I don't waste my time on you. All those drives up the coast. That wedding we went to. The way I held you when we danced. All of that. I... I'm... in love with you Y/N. If wasting my time is what you think dating me is like... letting me lay you out is like... I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed in most of the relationships you make."
"I know. That's... that's what I'm afraid of," he eyes you, watching you look down at your lap, "I haven't... had a boyfriend. Not really. I just... I'm not good enough for anyone. No one really likes me." Tom clicks his tongue but let's you continue,
"I just feel trapped. I feel like my life is going in a circle and I'm... I'm not worth it. My life doesn't have any meaning." Tom's eyebrows furrow,
"Darling... oh love." Standing, he holds both of his hands out. You take them and stand, a lump in your throat and tears burning your eyes. He sits in your previously reserved spot, placing his hand at your hip and pulling you into his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist, the other hand placed over your knee soothingly, eyes locked in yours. He sighs, his jaw clenching,
"You're beautiful. There are a number of reasons that I hired you as my receptionist. You're beautiful, you're kind, you're calming, and the boys love you. They know that you're a sort of calming thing for me. They love the attention they get from you. Walking into all those business meetings? They love that. All that pizza you bring and the smile you wear. You seem beautifully confident and... I honestly... don't think I've ever felt the way I feel for you... for any other girl." He shakes his head, cocking it again. Staring down at him, he grunts when you slouch, your feet thrown over the arm of his chair. Laying your head against his shoulder, his arm binds around your shoulders, head rested over yours,
"I don't like hearing you talk about yourself like that. You're beautiful. You're absolutely stunning and I can't imagine life without you. I think a piece of my heart would be missing." You don't move, eyes trained on the veins and ligaments pulsing from his wrist. He leans in and kisses your forehead,
"You're worth it darling. And if you'll let me... I'd love to claim you as my own. In secret for now though. Until we can figure out this mission." Placing your hand over his shoulder, you wrestle from his grip, sitting face to face,
"Really?" His eyebrows furrow again and he nods,
"Yeah... hell yeah... I need a pretty little distraction. You're it if you want." Looking between his eyes, you only saw them swim in hope. Those same eyes that you'd been terrified of months before, were intoxicatingly beautiful. You wanted to get lost in them over and over again. You wanted to lay your had over his shoulder just as you'd done and be held in his protective arms, held to his chest when he was in a meeting. You slowly nodded, almost entranced in his coffee colored eyes. His smile widens,
"Yeah? You sure? I swear to you that I'll make you feel like the only girl in the world. You'll feel better once you're with me. I swear. Okay?" You nod, his hand coming up to your neck, holding you in place as he leans in to kiss you again. He hums into the kiss this time, much slower than before. Almost in reassurance. When he pulls back, his lips are dark pink, his head cocked once more before his lips dance with yours for a few more seconds. He tasted like coffee and blueberry muffins, both of which you brought this morning, a favorite of his. Moving your head, your nose nudges his, a toothy smile erupting out over his features. You giggle,
"I'm kinda into the forbidden love thing." Tossing your legs down to place your feet on the floor, he hums watching your body shift and move,
"I'm kinda into everything, hips and below on you. Those legs." Licking his lips when you stand before him, his legs are spread, eyes locked on the little black pencil skirt that clings to your hips as you sort through the papers on his desk,
"Where's the mission briefing?" His brain is consumed with all kinds of thoughts but where the mission statements are the longer his eyes linger on the back of your body. When you turn to look him in the eye, he suddenly breaks from his trance,
"What? Oh... the mission briefing... right." He stands, not bothering to step around you before he finds it amongst the mess. Offering it to you, you look straight ahead at the door, a smile on your lips as his heat radiates off of him and straight into your body. He chuckles, his chest pressed to your back, hands braced on the table,
"So... what now?" Turning your head, you look at him, eyes dark and playful,
"I was going over the plans Mr. Holland." He closes his eyes, giving a labored breath,
"Love it when you call me that. So sexy." Giggling, you press your hands over his splayed across your hips and stomach, leaning into his electrifying kiss for what feels like the tenth time. When he pulls back, you lick your lips of him, hands held over his. You stare into each other's eyes for a moment before he swallows,
"Should get back to it then?" You nod, throwing your leg around his and stepping from his arms,
"Yeah, I don't wanna be the reason you get shot. Being sappy and all." He chuckles, following you again,
"If you tell any of those men before I'm ready to admit it... I'll kill ya." Clicking your tongue, his eyes travel to your waist again when you smooth the corners of the blueprints you had messed up, sitting on the desk, down,
"What would you do without me?" He hums, tucking his hands in his pockets again,
"Probably seize to exist. But I will deny it. I'll deny all relations with you."
"Well lucky for you, I don't plan on saying anything." Leaning over the table when he steps the other side of it, Tom nods,
"Good. I'd hate to make you disappear." Scoffing, his heart skips a beat at your sudden brazenness,
"Yeah... make me disappear... who'd bring you coffee and muffins and who'd bring the boys pizza?" Glancing up, a smile breaks out across both of your faces. Oh yeah, Tom loved you. And you were most definitely staying.
teaser ✵ part 1 ✵ part 2 ✵ part 3 ✵ part 4 ✵ to be continued...
summary: Tom Holland is quick and in a hurry to prove himself to his family business, so when his final mission before his dad hands him the torch is to protect some college girl by any means necessary. It should be easy. Right?
words: 2769
Summer was finally over, and if 15-year-old you had heard you say such a thing surely you would've stabbed yourself. But the end of summer meant all your friends would come back. People would refill the small college you wanted to go back to. Home wasn't the same when you came back from college, right when you started to get used to it, you got thrown back home where most of your friends you didn't talk to anymore or just plain didn't have many to begin with.
Kingston University was your home now, it was a private, selective and put students in cohorts that would then be categorized by their major. Yourself, you considered yourself a writer. But you weren't exactly keen on getting an English degree and went for a communications degree. Don't ask why, it was flexible. Going into your second year excited you, getting out of the house again and away from the toxicity at home.
"Welcome back!" you heard leadership teams yell with signs and covered in school spirit, truly it looked like your mascot threw up on them. What was funny was you knew some of them, and their school spirit wasn't as high as they led on. Remembering when the guy in the cut up school t-shirt took a piss on the statue in front of the junior housing.
You drove your car to a parking space in your new sophomore housing. You didn't really have any friends in your cohort, so you were nervous about meeting who would be your randomized roommate. Instead, you had friends who were all creatives with film and performing arts majors. You found them rather quickly, they had a tendency to be quite loud and outgoing.
"(Y/N)!" You were attacked with a hug walking out of the parking lot and into sophomore housing court. It was your one of 2 of your very best friends you gained in school, she was apart of the performing arts cohort with majoring in commercial music and all, Annika.
"Hey, babe." You hugged her back, excited to see her after so long.
"Where are you staying? Do you know yet?" She asked, "Sarah isn't here yet, but we're living on the bottom floor, so you better be above us. Then we know who to kill if there's too much noise."
"I don't know yet, where do I go?" You asked, she pointed over to a table with a long line, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder. She had the most incredible big blue eyes that seemed to have flecks of green in them. She also had just recently gotten her nose pierced, which really suited her face.
"How was your summer?" Annika asked you, waiting patiently with you.
"Long, did a lot of working at the pub. I think I saved up enough money to get me through a day of school." You joked.
"I feel you, dude." Annika laughed, "Have you tried for any scholarships?"
"Every single one they'll let me apply for. I got emails back on 2 of them for next semester. This semester I'm getting only a quarter paid for though. It's looking like my graduation will just be me celebrating my life of debt." You said, rubbing the back of your neck with how far in it you are.
You continued to talk about Annika’s trip to Ecuador, where she did some charity and life-changing work with a group of friends. She invited you to it, and you wanted to go if it wasn't so expensive. You were used to not having that kind of money now, your family was always well off but now that you went against everything they believed in you don't have that source anymore. The home you came from made you grow up really quickly, this was just the last thing you had to take on.
"Next!" You heard a voice come from next to you, and you stepped up to the table quickly.
"Hi!" You happily looked up to see one of your upperclassmen friends sitting there, Sav.
"Hey! How was your summer?" They asked you,
"Long, lots of work." You sighed, having just telling Annika the same.
"That's good you're working though! Getting that cash." They smiled, looking over their list, "And I know exactly where you're staying, I'm your RA!"
"No way!" You squealed, reaching over to hug them.
"Yeah, here is your key. Room 209, and our floor meeting is tonight in the lounge at 10 PM. Don't be late." Sav said, handing you your key.
"Thank you, do you know who my roommate is?" You asked.
"It says, Victoria Reinhart?" Sav told you, tentatively, "I'm sorry I haven't met her."
"All good, thanks Sav. I'll see you later!"
"See you!"
"Well?" Annika urged, seeing you approach her with your key.
"Room 209?" You offered and she frowned.
"136." Annika said, "But I think Tony and Jacob are in 109, at least I think that's what they said."
"Oh, great." You rolled your eyes, knowing full well how loud those two were going to be.
"Speaking of—" Annika started but was cut off by the yells of two boys, so covered in school colored paint they were practically unrecognizable. They were yelling for you, and then suddenly you were thrown over their shoulder as they ran across the quad with you.
"Hey!" You pounded on their backs, scared of what they had planned, "Guys hold on! Put me down!"
“Okay.” The one on the left said and you recognized him as your friend Jacob. Typical.
Then you found yourself being dropped into the fountain on campus. It wasn’t particularly deep, but you were definitely soaked, with one of the spouts falling onto your head when you sat up.
“Are you okay?” You heard a voice, overall the laughter and heard the splashing of feet. You got yourself up out of the torture of the water pouring on your head to open your eyes to a boy who voluntarily got into the water. The bottoms of his jeans now soaked from coming in. His hand outstretched to you, and his face soft with big brown eyes and the cutest bunch of curls falling over his forehead.
“Yeah.” You replied simply and quietly, you didn’t take his hand though. Following him out of the fountain as people whispered, wondering who the boy nobody had seen before rejoining a friend of his with aloof blue eyes on the side of the fountain. The boy with the blue eyes wasn’t happy with your friend in the fountain at all.
You lost him in the crowd, being overwhelmed by your spirited friends laughing and offering you a towel after their prank.
"You guys are dead." You splashed the boys who waited aside from the fountain.
"We told you last semester, you were just waiting to be dunked!" Tony laughed, you groaned remembering their jokes.
"Give me some kind of warning!" You said, holding the towel around your shoulders and wringing out your shirt. You kept looking around, admittedly searching for your brown eyed attempted savior.
"You're no fun." Jacob laughed, "Hey, come to our housewarming party tonight! Room 109, we're inviting the whole building."
"Won't you get in trouble?"
"Not if the RA's are down to party too." He laughed, "And they are, let me clear that up—they are."
"Yeah, well since I'm your upstairs neighbor I might as well." You rolled your eyes.
"That's what I like to hear! And (Y/N), if you have any hot friends—please—I beg you—bring them." Tony added, putting his hands together in prayer.
"I'll make sure to bring Annika and Sarah." You laughed. Tony mouthed a thank you.
"I hate them." Annika rolled her eyes, rubbing your shoulders.
"Annika, did you know that guy?" You asked.
"That guy who got into the fountain? No, I've never seen him before." Annika said, "Whoever he was he was hot though. I hope he's at Jacob and Tony's party."
"Yeah, me too." You said, looking around then finally landing on Annika in front of you, "Now, give me a hug?"
"Stop!"
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Later as you started bringing your things in, leaving your door propped open, you watched and waited for your roommate to make an arrival. Your room was quite nice, a front living space and kitchen attached, with a short back hall that had a bathroom on the left and on the right would be your shared bedroom. It was going to take a lot of getting used to and moving stuff in. You needed to get some furniture for the living space if Victoria didn't bring any.
You had already changed into dry clothes, but your hair was still damp. You decided you'd leave it like that until you would go over to Annika and Sarah's to get ready for tonight. You sat in your kitchen, fixing up a decoration on the wall.
You heard a door slam and a key fumble before you saw a familiar flop of brown hair walk past your doorway. You ran to the doorframe, not really thinking through your actions. Your curiosity pulling you closer. But if your first year of college taught you anything, it was not to wait for people to make friends with you.
"Hey!" You called, catching him just a few feet away. He turned around and the longer you looked at him, the more attractive he became. He had a bag slid across his chest, clinging his t-shirt to his body.
"Hey." He said back to you.
"A-are we neighbors?" You looked to where he must've just come from.
"Looks like it." He said, shortly and patting his thigh.
"I'm (Y/N), I just wanted to introduce myself." You extended a hand, and he took it, "I swear I don't always get pushed into fountains. They mean well."
"Tom." He said back, "I don't know why pushing you in a fountain would be meaning well, but hey that's all you."
"Yeah," You continued, feeling wary of his judgemental tone, "anyways, thank you for down there. That was very sweet of you."
"Your welcome." He said, making a thin line with his lips and turning them up at the corners. His eyes looking over your face.
"Uh, there's like an all building party tonight that my friends are hosting. Apparently, all the R.A's are in on it, don't ask. But you and your friend are welcome to come."
"Thanks, I'll pass on the message." He said, nodding and then started backing up. You smiled, backing up too.
"Ok, cool." You shied away, giving an awkward wave before stepping back into your room. You shut your door after that. That was enough awkward interactions for the rest of the year. You put your hands over your eyes and decided to turn up your music until your roommate would hopefully arrive.
Hey, Sav! Is it possible I can get my roommate's phone number? Just curious as to when she's coming.
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You texted Sav. Then waited, and waited. They were probably busy, it was move-in day after all. Maybe Victoria asked to come a day late? You decided not to dwell on it for too long. You unpacked all your clothes into what you assumed would be your side of the closet. Grabbing out something you could wear for tonight.
Your friends were all a lot more riskay than you were, always able to find themselves dates for the night from how beautiful they always looked. You could if you wanted to maybe, and the occasional flirt here and there was sweet. But you had never gone home with someone. Tonight, that wasn't going to change. In high school, that's who you were, and had no judgment toward one night stands. But that wasn't what you wanted to do anymore, limiting yourself. You just wanted to get a little tipsy, socialize, and get back to your room and watch Netflix until you fell asleep.
But that didn't mean you couldn't look good. You grabbed one of your favorite heather gray knitted halter tops, with a pair of high waisted black skinny jeans, and a matching suede black jacket over your shoulders in case it got chilly outside, which usually it did. Grabbing your hair products and makeup, you left your room, praying you wouldn't run into Tom or his roommate, running to find room 136.
They had left the door open, and your reunion with your curly haired friend Sarah was a joyous one. Hugging each other, then her grabbing your sides at how attractive you looked in your outfit. You thanked her, before sitting on their new couch.
"How's the move-in been?" Sarah asked, sitting across from you with her own makeup mirror.
"It's been fine, my roommate hasn't come yet though." You frowned, "Oh, and Annika!"
"Huh?" Annika answered from the back bedroom.
"Guess who my neighbor is?"
"Is it the hot guy from English last semester?" She asked, half thinking.
"No.." You dragged out your answer, "It's the new hot guy."
"Shut up!"
"What hot guy?" Sarah perked up at the sound of a hot guy.
"Did Annika tell you about how Jacob and Tony finally threw me into a fountain?" You asked and Sarah's face scrunched up in confusion.
"What do you mean finally? But yeah."
"Long story, but there was a guy who came into the pond all cute and offered me a hand up." You said, "I think he's a transfer, he's my neighbor."
"Oo I wanna see him." Sarah said, "Are you gonna go after him?"
"I don't know-" You started,
"If you won't, I will!" Annika called.
"I just said I don't know cuz he acted kinda weird in the hall. Like sorta rude, I don't know. I invited him and his friend to the party but I don't know if they'll come. I'm telling you, something was off."
"Something being off means nothing as long as the dick’s good," Annika said, finally revealing her outfit, which consisted of: a black bralette, fishnets, high waisted distressed and cut up jean shorts, red thigh high boots and a jean jacket to finish.
"You look so hot, I guess you'll probably find out faster than I will." You smiled at your friend.
"Let's hope, I'm trying to celebrate the new year." She stuck her tongue between her teeth and went to a mirror in their hall to put her hair up.
"(Y/N), are you gonna try and find someone tonight?" Sarah asked.
"I doubt it." You rolled your eyes, "If a guy comes up to me that isn't trying to get to you guys or that one of you didn't put him up to it, then maybe. But that's never happened so let's not hold our breath. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone thought I was lesbian, and I'm okay with keeping it that way."
"Whatever you say, just know if you wanted to, any guy would be happy to have you. Trust us." Sarah said, getting up for her setting spray.
"Whatever, my lesbian ass is getting us a pizza though. Last time I drank without eating first I threw up on the hot guy from English last semester. And that's not happening again."
✵
You ran up to your room, wanting to throw your stuff in there before it was locked in Annika and Sarah's room for the upcoming day. Cautiously walking in wanting to see if your roommate had gotten there, you shut the door behind you, only hearing the party starting below you. There was no one else in there, just that you could hear Jacob and Tony excited to be finally able to host their own parties.
But you also could hear something else. You didn't realize how thin these walls were going to be. There was a bit of yelling next door, you heard muffles bits.
"That's none of our business!" You heard an unfamiliar voice and couldn't help yourself putting your ear to the wall. It was coming from Tom's room, "You know that's not what we're here for!"
"We're here to protect her..." there was something else but you couldn't hear it. Protect who?
"From afar! We're not supposed to get involved." You heard the other voice again, it was stern and close like he was sitting in a chair right on the other side of the wall.
"... my dad trusted us with this. I know what I'm talking about, promise."
"Fine, we'll go. But just watching. I don't want this to get fucked up, Tom. This is a big deal for us. I'm just trying to look out for you." You heard the close voice again. And felt more confused, and guilty for listening. Who the fuck were these guys?
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Maybe dancing in the club with mob!tom and getting really dirty with it, but the reader is usually innocent and just drunk so tom is like ‘woah’
uGH your mind, you fucking GENIUS xoxoxoxo
“Please, Tom? Just one more dance? This is my favourite song!” You stuttered through the alcohol that had already taken an affect on you.
“Baby we gotta-” but you had already wandered off to the dance-floor “go...” Tom rolled his eyes, following behind you nervously and watching out in case something were to happen to you. The beat of the music pounded through his body, making his heart pound to the base. Once he found you dancing he couldn’t help but dance with you.
At first it was wholesome, your arms around his neck as you both belted out the lyrics to the song. However, once it got to the chorus of the song, it was like you had changed. You began to shake your hips to the rhythm and Tom already felt like he was going to drool all over the place just watching your curves.
Your hands ran through your hair as you squealed, eyes closed before turned around and leaning against his chest. His breathing sped up as he explored your body, squeezing occasionally.
He groaned at the feeling of you grinding against him, making him hard. So damn hard.
“Y/N, I-” But you couldn’t hear him over the music. You turned around to face him, biting your lip as he swung your hips and slowly dropped down so you were squatting and level with his crotch. Your hand lightly rubbed against his bulge before standing up with a smirk.
He looked at you with a devilish grin, insanely turned on as he watched what he thought was an angel, grinding all over him. You placed one arm around his neck and placed the other on his chest before leaning up to kiss him. He deepened the kiss after a couple seconds, his hands grabbing at your ass and pushing you up. Your tongues were practically down one another’s throat but it felt so good.
You squeezed the back of his neck as one of his hands caressed your waist, squeezing it softly and making you moan into his mouth. You pulled away with an innocent smile, turning around and hoping to tease him more. But he beat you to it. His hand gripped your waist and pulled you flush against his skin.
“Tomorrow morning, I’m going to fuck you so good,” his hand travelled up your thigh and onto your inner thigh, making you whimper “so you can’t walk for a whole week. Understand?”
You moaned slightly and nodded, closing your eyes.
“But, for now, I’m taking you home and you’re going to sleep.”
If you’re still taking requests lovely, mob! Tom knowing that it’s his last day with the reader and he spends all day with her loving her and trying to remember her. And she wonders why he’s being so affectionate. I love your writing!
Thank you! :) hope you like it, it’s a really cute but lowkey sad request.
Edit: as I’m writing this I’m on the verge of tears wtf this is so sad to write
“Good morning, angel.” You heard Tom coo at the door of your bedroom. Your eyes fluttered open as you groaned, sitting up.
You noticed that in his hands sat a tray of your favourite breakfast. Eyes widening, they flickered from the food to the door.
“If it’s our anniversary today, I’m gonna admit now that I forgot and I’m sorry-“
Tom chuckled and shook his head as he sat down beside you. “No, darling. I just felt like giving you breakfast in bed.”
He placed it on your lap and you beamed at the delicacy. It was a small stack of pancakes alongside waffles, some fruit and juice.
“It looks delicious, baby. Thank you.” You grinned at him.
The breakfast was as good as it looked and obviously you thanked him over and over again.
“Alright, I’m gonna have a shower and leave you to work.” You said as you got up. His hand landed on your shoulder, squeezing softly.
“Actually... I’m not working today.”
“You’re not?” You sat back down on the bed as you allowed Tom to caress your cheek.
“Nope, so we can spend the whole day together.” He kissed your forehead and began to walk out of the room. “Get dressed, I’m taking you out.” Tom winked before leaving the room.
You made your way to your walk in closet and began to look through your things before noticing a small rose gold gift box sat in the middle of the room. Eyebrows furrowed, you looked around before approaching the box and kneeling down, opening the lid.
Inside were a pair of diamond earrings and a necklace that made your heart stop. You couldn’t help but grin as you read the small note that Tom had left you.
‘I tried to find something beautiful for you to wear, but somehow you always outshine it. All my love - Tom.’
You gasped as you placed the note down, giggling as you hooked your fingers around the necklace and pulled it up to your neck, wearing it proudly as well as the earrings.
After showering and getting ready, you made your way downstairs, calling Tom’s name.
“Tommy? Are you down here, baby?”
You hopped down the last step and looked around curiously to see if you could see him. As you made your way to the kitchen, you saw a large bouquet of flowers and a note sat on the table.
‘I went out to get a few supplies for our day together. Enjoy the gorgeous bouquet that I left for the most gorgeous girl on earth.’
Your heart fluttered again as you smelled the sweet scent of the flowers.
“What’s his problem today? What have I done?” You chuckled to yourself under your breath.
Around half an hour later, Tom came back with three shopping bags.
“I bought some stuff that I thought that we could have for a picnic? If you wanted to have one?” He asked as he set the bags down.
“Of course? That sounds lovely.”
“Great.” He replied as he smiled at you and kissed your cheek. “And I also bought some snacks and movies and face masks that we could use tonight? We could have a movie night.”
“Face masks? On Tom Holland?” You giggled and he nodded seriously. “I’d love to do all of this!”
Once the fun day had began to end, Tom watched you lovingly as you rested your head on his chest. There were food wrappers surrounding your bed, empty face mask packets on the floor, the bouquet of flowers on your bedside table. The day was simply perfect. You guys had a wonderful walk and picnic together at your favourite spot. You had a bubble bath together and watched movies together (making love a few times). Overall, it was a day you would never forget.
“Y/N?” Tom whispered over the movie that was playing on the tv.
“Yes, baby?” You whispered back.
“I love you so much.” He sat up so he could get a better look at you. “I can’t thank you enough for making these past eight years together so perfect.”
He looked away as tears formed in his eyes, knowing that this would be the last time he’d see you.
“I love you too, Thomas. I’ve enjoyed these years and I can’t wait for the upcoming years.”
It broke his heart knowing that you’re planning for the upcoming years together.
He softly kissed your lips, stroking your cheeks.
“I just love everything about you. How soft your skin is, your calming eyes and loving lips. The way you love me and cared for me.” He hugged you tightly. “I wish I could have done more for you.”
“You have, Tom! You’ve done so much for me.” You reminded him.
“Just know that I truly do love you and I always will.” He brought you into his arms and hugged you close to his chest until you fell asleep eventually to him rubbing your back.
Once he knew that you were asleep, he let the tears spill. He cried softly knowing that he’d never see the love of his life, knowing that he sacrificed himself just for you to live safely from the mafias.
“By the time you wake up, Y/N, I won’t be here. But I hope you know that I do love you immensely and I would do anything to stay with you.” He sighed as he kissed your head, refusing to fall asleep just so he could look at you the whole night.
What about mob!Tom and mob!haz coming home to find toms daughter having sex w hazs son?
oMG this made me laugh haha. Poor lads.
Tom laughed at the joke that Harrison made, tightening his grip on the wheel as the pair of them cracked up. It was a long day at the office, killing and threatening their victims.
He pulled up outside of his home and parked the car before the pair of them made their way inside of his place.
“Want a beer?” Tom asked as he approached the fridge and bent over to scan the products in there. “Shit, I need to go shopping soon.” He mumbled to himself.
“Uh… yeah sure.” Harrison replied hesitantly. Tom grabbed two cans and slid it across the counter to his partner in crime.
“Why’d you hesitate?” He questioned as he pulled the tab and pulled the can towards his lips.
“I just thought I heard something.” Harrison shrugged as he drunk from the can as well.
There was a silence between the two men as they took gulps of their drinks. However, in that silence there was a loud bang. Tom and Harrison made eye contact as they reached into their pockets to pull out their guns. Tom nodded towards the door and they both crouched slightly as they made their way upstairs towards the sound.
Harrison followed behind Tom slowly, both of their guns held up in the air. There were noises and groans as if someone had broken into the house and was in pain perhaps.
Tom looked back at his best friend and motioned to the room where the noise was coming from. He stood up straight and walked towards the room, swinging the door open.
“Put your fucking hands up.” Harrison yelled as he also busted into the room.
Their eyes widened once they saw Harrison’s son… on top of Tom’s daughter.
“Olivia?” Tom said, dropping his gun with his jaw dropped and eyes wide.
“Dad?” She shrieked, pulling the covers over her naked body.
“Mikey?” Harrison also questioned as he dropped his gun.
“Dad?”
“Michael, please get off of my daughter, it’s disg-”
“Oh, my God! Get out, dad!” Your daughter cried out of embarrassment.
“Mike, please put some clothes on.” Harrison plead as he looked away.
“Harrison, dad, please leave.” Olivia begged once again. The men picked up their guns and shut the door, resting their backs on opposite walls before bursting out in laughter.
“I never thought I’d have to see my daughter have sex in all fourty one years of my life.” Tom groaned as he slammed the back of his head against the wall.
“I’d rather watch someone’s brains get splattered across the wall rather than have to watch my son having sex with your daughter.”
Both of them shivered violently.
“Really? She had to end up with your son?”
“Well, he does have my looks so I-”
“Do not finish that sentence, Harrison.” Tom interrupted. “Let’s just get so drunk we’ll never have to remember this again.”
mob!tom switching from scary to loving in .5 seconds 🥵
This is so wholesome jfijiroejtio I love it
“I want my money, goddamn it!” Tom practically screeched over the phone. You jumped slightly as you stood outside of the office door with Tessa by your ankles. You listened closely and waited patiently so you don’t interrupt him.
“Listen, asshole, you give me my fucking cash and maybe I’ll consider not shooting you in your hollow head!” He yelled, his fist slamming onto the table. Tessa looked up at you with her glossy eyes like she was just as confused as you were.
“I don’t wanna hear any more of your bullshit excuses, John. I’ve had it up to here,” you pictured him motioning to the top of his head “of your dumbass excuses as to why I don’t get my five hundred thousand.”
You knocked lightly on the door, the tray balancing on your palm and wobbling slightly as you opened the door.
“Now you have under twenty-four hours for you to send the money to my account or I’ll send my men to go to your goddamn house, pull the money out of your fucking account and shoot your brains out. You got me?” There was silence. “Good. Have a nice day, asshole.” He slammed the phone down before running his fingers through his hair.
“Stupid fucking ma-” he looked up at you and his expression immediately changed from furious to pure love.
“My angel!” He admired you, sticking his arms out like a child. You placed the tray down in front of him before walking over to him and kissing his forehead. “My two favourite people. How are you my babies?”
“I’m- we’re good. I bought you some lunch.”
“Why so? We have maids for a reason.”
“I thought I’d make it extra special for you and make it with love as well as an excuse just to see you.” You stroked his cheek softly.
His bottom lip trembled slightly as if he was about to burst into tears.
“My dove, you’re just amazing. You know that?” He looked onto the plate and there lay his favourite meal just the way he liked it. “I’m sorry if you heard a lot, precious.”
“It’s okay. I’m used to it after five years of marriage.” You giggled as you hopped off his lap, but he instantly grabbed you back by the waist.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“I don’t wanna distract you. I thought you had work to do.” You smiled at your beaming husband.”
“That can wait. But you know what I really wanna do?” He asked as he looked you up and down, making you blush.
Mob!Tom discovering that one of his enemies sabotaged his girl's car and she suffered a serious accident and he goes immediately to the hospital where the ambulance took her and when he arrives there, everyone's scared by his presence and he yells at everyone asking where she is and they're so scared to deny him this information that they quickly tells him where she is ? THANK YOUUUU
“Yeah, I’ll be home in around twenty minutes.” You agreed with your partner, Tom. You could hear the excitement in his voice once he knew you were on your way home - finally you could both spend some time together.
“Alright, love. Please be careful.”
“Don’t worry Tommy, I will.” You smiled before saying bye and hanging up. As you tossed your phone into the compartment under the stereo, you hummed the song that was playing on the radio. Wind was blowing through your hair, it was a warm day, the sun was setting. It was the perfect scenario.
That was until the smell of burning crept through the open windows, making your heart stop for a second. You looked at the rear-view mirror to check for any signs of fire. That was when you noticed a large thick cloud of smoke emerging from your trunk.
Eyes widening, you attempted to pull over. But time was short and the next thing you felt was immense pain and fear.
Tom burst through the doors of the hospital, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he ran over to the reception desk.
“Where is she?” He panted, slamming his fist down on the table.
“Sir, who are you talking about? What is your name and what is your relation to the patient?” The receptionist asked as she began to type on the keyboard.
“Her name is Y-Y/N Holland. I’m her husband, Tom Holland.” He tapped his foot on the floor nervously as he chewed on a hangnail on his thumb.
She typed again, looking up at him shyly.
“Sir, she’s undergoing important medical procedures. You can’t be let in yet until the medical team are done.”
“I asked where the fuck she is, not what she’s doing. I need to know.” He yelled at the top of his lungs, demanding to see you. He yelled at every nurse and receptionist he could find. “God help us both, you tell me where the girl is or I swear,” Tom mumbled as he slammed his gun on the desk.
“I-, Sir please p-put the weapon away.” The receptionist begged. She made eye contact with her employee who instructed her to tell him where she is. The receptionist looked back up at Tom with fear in her eyes before typing away again with shaky hands.
He slid the gun back into his jacket and bit his bottom lip impatiently as he waited for the news.
“Y-your wife is in room D240.”
“Thanks.” He mumbled before making his way to the elevator and to the floor where you were located. Tom approached the door and swung it open, interrupting the busy scene.
“Sir, you cannot be in here.”
“Please. I have to see my wife.” He begged for the first time in forever. Two doctors approached him and pulled him away from the room despite him struggling immensely. He didn’t even get the chance to even look at you, let alone know if you’re alive.
Tom cried out in anger and frustration as he was pulled out of the room. Time moved in slow motion as he was dragged away from the love of his life.
“Mr Holland, please wait out here.” One of them instructed before returning to saving your life.
He groaned and sat in one of the seats outside of your room, shaking his leg anxiously as he awaited to be let in.
After three painful hours, which felt like forever, one of the doctors came out of the room to wake Tom up from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open, head rising slowly after being tucked away against his chest.
“Sir,” the doctor began slowly.
“Is she alive?” Tom snapped, standing up as quickly.
“Y-yes. She’s stable, but we had to perform an emergency surgery procedure due to internal bleeding.”
Tom ran his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded as he took the information in. The door was held open, allowing him to walk into the room. He instantly rushed over to you and knelt beside you and held your hand.
“Y/N?”
You looked at him and beamed weakly.
“Tommy, I-”
“What happened?” He sighed as tears formed in his eyes.
“I don’t know.” You looked away and stared at the window “I can’t remember.”
Tom leaned forwards and pressed a kiss against your forehead before mumbling against your skin that he loved you and how worried he was for you. His phone buzzed wildly in his pocket, causing him to apologize and walk away from you to answer.
As he closed the door, he held the phone against his ear.
“Thomas, you like to fight fire with fire, right?” The voice asked, His eyebrows furrowed. “This won’t be the first or last time you hear my voice.”
“What the fuck? Who are yo-”
“I won’t tell you, but I’ll have you know that I give my sincere condolences to your wife.” They interrupted.
His lips parted as he realised what they were talking about.
“You sick bastard,” He mumbled as he looked through the window to your room. He watched as you spoke to your family who had also arrived earlier. “You had something to do with this.”
“Of course I did, Tom.” The male chuckled through the phone with a twisted tone. “Just know that this won’t be the last time your wife or family will be hurt. You owe me five thousand.”
“Don’t fucking touch my wife or my family, or I swear to-”
“Then you’d better hand the money over, Tom. Times ticking. You have twenty four hours from now.”
The dial rung in his ear as the call ended.
Tom watched you again through the window, afraid for your safety.
